This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

To Jared, who bites and snorts advice, Tres asks once he coughs.

"By the way, I'm talking about Ernesta"

"I'm sorry about her. I can't believe you're going to fall... I'm worried too because the cause isn't clear either. However, the doctor has asked me to look at the trauma."

"I want you to wait, Jared. I don't want you to apologize, I don't want you to blame me."

Torres was the one who panicked to Jared, who started apologizing.

One of Ernesta's cases has arrived in his ear as well, but he well understood that the blame was not on Jared.

"Since the Barnabas incident, she has been exposed to heartless words and offensive attitudes, so maybe she's had a hard time"

Being subjected to her brother's death, stigma and persecution for being a family, she lived her days with her heart tired and became Jared's secretary. One of the cannibals in the Duke of Lüdiger's territory and fatigue in physical terms must have accumulated.

Torres thought it was because he was physically and mentally tired. At the same time, I was thinking that having a friend who would treat me without prejudice, Lily Rüdiger, might have cut the tensile thread.

"Maybe. I wish I had had had more time to deal with her, but it happened. If you don't want to hear about the fall, what's wrong with her?

"Well, Ernesta wrote to me the other day."

I exhaled in relief at Tress, who happily loosened his expression.

I just knew that Ernesta was about to walk over with Torres, who had distanced himself in one of his brother's cases, and at first glance I could see how he was doing and it worked.

"Good. Ernesta was determined to move on. You don't have to resent me anymore. So I was hoping that I could repair my relationship with Mr. Torres."

What Count Brawell did to Barnabas is unacceptable. Because even my son Torres, who knew nothing, shouldn't bear the sin. He is even driven from Barnabas to Setouchi of Death as a vengeance. Assuming, even if I had sinned, I would have made enough atonement.

He keeps blaming himself, just like Jared again. I can't help but think I can be forgiven anymore.

"She said she'd forgive me. And I got an apology and a thank you."

An apology is something I couldn't help but resent, knowing it wasn't retarded. Gratitude was protecting her from malice, including Ernesta.

"I just couldn't feel guilty, I was just trying to sin - thank you," she said.

Torres, who looked like he was going to cry, must be happy and extra with emotions that are just as unspoken.

"I wonder if I can be forgiven. Because I'm the son of that man."

The fact that I lost a friend because of my father will not disappear. He may also suffer until he can forgive himself. I sincerely hope Ernesta forgives me and that the rest of the time will heal Tres.

"Don't blame yourself. Get over it, for Ernesta's sake."

"Get over it, huh? Thanks to Jared for trying so hard to get over what happened to that kid's brother. Because you were so good at it without running away. - Thank you."

"No, thank you, Torres, for giving me a reason to be good with her."

"You must be strong."

I shake my head at the tress that narrows my eyes in a glare.

"I'm not strong enough. I regret meeting Ernesta and killing Barnabas. I thought you didn't have any other hands, or if I were stronger, you wouldn't have had to kill me."

"That's not true. You did your best. [M] I'm not saying don't get sick, but it's not what you're supposed to suffer. I'm the one who should be punished."

"- Perhaps even if we continue with this story, it will be grand, so let's not. Just one thing, I know you're busy, but can I give you some advice?

Both Jared and Torres still needed time. The consciousness of sin, once held, does not disappear, trying to be forgiven by Ernesta.

"I'd love to hear it"

Jared opens his mouth to a tress pointing his eyes at him.

"My friend told me. Live with all your sin consciousness, because that is my living proof. So let us decide to move forward with this emotion, whether it be painful or hard. Like Ernesta."

Torres, who covered his eyes with his hands, did not move as he did for a while. But his eyes, which took the time to raise his face, found a strong emotion to dwell upon.

Determined - should I call it, or maybe I found a more different answer for him.

"You're still strong, Jared. I want to live as courageously as you do."

That's what I put it. Torres' face seemed clear somewhere.